I Will Always Stay

DUFF

Here I am, at the pandemonium, AGAIN. For the third time this weekend actually, with my best friends Isabelle lightwood and Magnus Bane. Now don't think that I did not put up a fight, because Clary Fray may be small, but she is mighty. Like in Beverly Hills chihuahua. They poked and prodded my poor face and hair for three hours straight. But in the end, I hate to admit it, but I was kind of pretty. For the first and last time probably because, number one: I HATE getting all dressed up due to my usual attire of my skinny jeans, band shirt, beanie, and black combat boots. And reason number two: I'm just not pretty, like at all. My untamable red curls do whatever they like, so even if I put it into an intricate braid or up-do, it still will find a way to get crazy and messy. My snow-white skin and complexion allows me to look like a living ghost, and when I try to put blush or foundation on, I look like a woman from the late 1800's or a wanna be. Those annoying freckles that make me look like a spotted dalmation compared to Isabelle which has natural flawless skin. I am so jealous of her. My green emerald eyes that everyone questions and think I buy to be colored contacts, because I totally want brightly colored eyes that make me look paler than usual and my hair look like a fiery red dyed birds nest. There are also the little things, like the fact that I have smaller boobs than everyone else, my small- if not nonexistent- ass, too small a nose, sharp jaw line that could cut daimonds when I'm mad and you don't want that, and finally, the fact that I am like, 5 foot and 1/2. So from all these details, I'm sure you can imagine my small petite form and not hideous but NOTICEABLE face. With what Magnus and Izz chose for me to wear doesn't help me look that pretty though, it makes me look like something you would probably find at the corner street. A mid-thigh skin tight black dress with a heart shaped top part, fishnets, and 5-inch stripper heels with a black shiny finish. Don't believe me that I fought back? Tell that to Magnus who had to tie me down while streams of sailor worthy words come out of my small mouth. Well that's the past and the past sucks butt, but I will try to make the best of the situation by just sitting at the bar, far away from the dance floor and human population, trying to make myself invisible. Which I am pretty good at in my usual clothing unlike this stripper outfit. I swear to god, the universe hates me and my soul. "Do you want another drink!" Fuck, someone fucking interrupted my thought. Fuck you unknown human being, I was deep in though. "No, not really!" I tried to shout over the overly played pop music UGHGHGHGHG people just don't know real music anymore, like BANKS, or slipknot, good lord how I love slipknot. "Yes you do, hey buddy can you get a drink for the lady!" I looked over my bouncy curls to see the god of every girls dream. He had on a tight black t shirt which showed his very well shaped muscles and golden hue, his godly face, and oh sweet baby of the holy Virgin Mary did god take his time on this one. Don't even get me started on his eyes and hair which were both the color of the finest golds ever. Shit, how my hand literally itched to draw him and catch his godly beauty. The golden boy is what I would call it. But something told me that it would be very close to impossible to catch his perfect expression in one of my drawings. "Hey you still on earth little red?" Whoops it seems as if I let my feminine side to take my mind to another world, I probably look like a creep when I stared at him like that but hey, he was like a golden version of Adonis. "Oh, I'm sorry I was just enjoying the music," lie. "And I guess I just drifted away while being deep in thought of how good that cake by you looks." Ya, because you ARE the cake golden boy. The godly boy chuckled, "you mean that I AM the view." AWWWWWWWWWWW MAN I hated these kinds of people, that knew how beautiful they were, they were all arrogant and selfish little bastards. Like ducks, Jesus Christ how I hate those bloodthirsty little beasts, they only care for themselves. "No," I responded quickly to not make a fool of myself, "I was actually thinking to eat that cake and ignore you, and I really don't want a drink thank you." I slid the cherry coke back over to the bartender. "Oh how you wound me, right here," goldy pointed to his heart. "But how might I wound you if I don't even know you." I replied smartly, see I love wordy matches but don't get me wrong, my training allows me to love all kinds of different matches all the same. "Yes, you do not. But you do WISH to know me, because let's be honest most girls in the world that catch a glimpse of me, tend to faint saying how admittedly hot and gorgeous I am." Wow this guy brings big ego to a whole new level, "ya well I'm not most girls, I am my own ugly, non accepted self." Wait WHAT it seems as if while I was saying my comeback that goldys held something inside their golden hue, maybe a softening, pity.... Likeness. I don't know and if so, he probably just wants to get me under the damn sheets with that expression, AINT GONNA WORK ON ME BUDDY I thought sassily. "Feisty one I see, like your hair," ohhhhhh did he just say that, I think he did well then two can play at that game goldilocks. "And you are just smoothing your way into a conformation with me, like YOUR hair, goldy." HA TAKE THAT YOU BOOT HOOSE, "goldy? Really little red?" Said the self absorbed hottie "ya, really. With you going on and calling me little red I have my OWN permission to take your ass to where it belongs." I leaned over closer to him so that my lips were just near his ear and let my hand go on his thigh, "and with that big ego of yours, taking your ass really ANYWHERE won't be to hard now will it goldy." And that's when I felt it, he actually shivered at my close proximity. Point on for clary, zero for go- wait, I don't even Know his actual name. That could be a problem, and with me having the pure hand now, I took advantage of the situation. "So GOLDY ya got a name?" He nodded slowly while gulping. take that you asshole, your getting a fast of your own medicine. "Can you tell me what your sorry ass calls himself now, or am I going to have to FORCE it out, and you don't want that, or do you?" Haha I'm laughing at how things have escalated so quickly but I mean come on, a girl can have some fun, am I right? "Ummm, j-jace. It's jace wayland." I leaned back and took my hand off from where it was going a little too high up for my taste but I was bored, so why not. " and I'm clary, clary fray." Jace, or KNOW WHAT I'm gonna call him goldy cause it annoys him and I like being in control with multiple things. NOT THAT YOU DISGUSTING PERVERTED MINDS GOOD LAWD, hormonal teenagers and their perverted minds these days UGHG. well anyway goldy came and leaned up to ME this time and whispered into my ear, "well clary, I'm still gonna call you little red no matter what," he leans back "because I'm still jace, or goldy in your case." Well then, the heat was brought down so now I think we may be able to have a civil conversation. "So goldy, you go to school here or are you another perverted college boy looking to get me and my non-existent ass in bed?" Then he grinned, GRINNED, and chuckled "yes, I did came here for mortal high. But how can you actually think that that's all I wanted to do!" I though for a second then responded, "well like I said earlier, you are pretty cocky and every girl in here is fawning over you and I mean, nobody would actually come and talk to me without being asked to unless they wanted something from me in return." Goldys eye thing happened once more before he smacked my non talkative ass out of the ballpark with his dum shit smartly comment, "well I can see that happening, reasoning out that you are in fact the DUFF of your group." I thought for a moment, thinking what the hell that shitty word meant, "what's duff and how do you know who my friends are seeing that they are out dancing and I don't think I recall bringing them up into this conversation." There. I think I might be getting better at conversing with goldilocks after all. "Well it was easy knowing who your friends are knowing that when I was dancing, they directed me here to talk to you... Something about us being an amazing couple," I put my face into my hands. OHHHHHH IM GONNA KILL IZZY AND MAGNUS THEY WONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HIT THEM. Saying that since my major single status has them pitying over me, but I don't really care. Because I'm pretty sure there won't ever be a guy interested in me. AT ALL, EVER, NILL NADA. "And," oh, goldy is till talking, should I listen? Mayyyyyybeeee well, okay I don't see why not. "And, DUFF stands for designated ugly fat friend." WHAT DID HE JUST SAY TO ME WHHHAAATT NO ONE AND I MEAN NO ONE WHO KNOWS WHAT IM CAPABLE OF SAYS THING LIKE THAT TO ME. EVER. "What did you just say to me?" Goldy just grinned a cocky side grin "well I mean yo-" and he never finished his little punk ass sentence seeing that I had reached over the counter, grabbed my untouched cherry coke, and threw its shitty contents onto JACE MOTHERFUCKING WAYLAND, YUP THATS RIGHT SCREW YOU YA BITCH FACE. "That's, for insulting me right in my face," I then round house kicked his ass to the ground, with him having a very startled and surprised looking face. Didn't think I could do that, now did ya goldy. "And that, was for being the self absorbed, arrogant bitch face you are." I then started to walk away while I heard him TRY to make a comeback, and ohh lord how sucky it was. "BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOU LOVE IT, BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME!" I rolled my eyes, "YA NO, I DONT EVEN WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU SO IF I EVER SEE YOU IN SCHOOL, I WIULD BUT A WHOLE LOT OF PADS WHERE THE SUN NEVER SHINES BECAUSE I GOT PLENTY MORE TO WHERE THAT CAME FROM!" He just did his signature chuckle while I walked away from the scene feeling like I could take down anything or anyone.
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I awkwardly strutted outside without my damned stripper heels, which I took off because they were killing my poor fucking feet, and dropped my shitty body onto the bench while izz and Magnus plopped down next to me, or more like on TOP of me. "UGHGHGHGGH YOU GUYS, GET YOU FAT ASSES OFF OF ME EWWWWWW JESUS CHRIST YOU GUYS ARE FAT ASSHOLES!" But I of course failed while they just laughed, "oh clary, you just wish we were fat, you just wish." OHHHHHHNOOOOO MAGNUS, YOU wish I was as fat as you. "Dipshits" I said with a wheez, "YOU GUYS, YOUR CRUSHING MY SOUL,!" And of course izzy had to ruin my BEAUTIFULS sarcastic comment, "Clary, you don't even HAVE a soul!" Sometimes I just wanna kill them ya know?
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ALRIGHT I DONT HAVE BOLD SO IM JUST DOING THIS, SO DONT THINK IM MAD AT YOU OR YELLING, CAUSE IM NOT. IM JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD. WELL COMMENT ON IT AND SAY HOW YOU LIKE IT BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION AND I WANT FEEDBACK, AND I HAVE NO LIFE. HAVE AN AMAZING DAYYYY